When I glanced through my past,
My memories were filled with my friends.
When I was chilling with my pals,
Our enjoyment had no dead ends.
If our buddies were with us,
We would play, we would laugh, and we would fight.
But now I would be very happy,
If at least they were in my sight.
The pain of missing our homies, our mates,
Cannot be expressed through words.
If we all bruvs were together now,
We would fly like just freed birds.
Even we are at distant places,
They all will still be my bros.
Our friendship will never cease to grow,
Cause' they are my amigos.
-SRIMANTH
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Bits of Life
PoetryThis a collection of poems , I, L.Srimanth recited. They deal with emotions, occasions and minor things in our life that we often over look and also major stuff that everyone is aware of.. let's take a look at them...
